Alice gives off a laugh, and kicks Candice again. She didn't look anywhere near as menacing as most the girls were treating her. She was small, had long blonde hair, big brown eyes, wide curves, fairly large breasts - not exactly what you'd expect from a serious volleyball player, yet the way she moved around on the court said otherwise. Not to mention all of the girls around seemed to look up to her - at least figuratively - and seemed to honestly be a little afraid of being around her. "Are you ready to hear my 'terms', she asks, a tinge of wickedness in her throat.
Simon couldn't just sit there and watch this, whatever this was going to be. "Now, come on girls, let's be reasonable..." he began. Alice cut him off, "And who the hell do you think you are to tell me how to run my team exactly?" Simon is at a loss for words. It becomes very obvious to him now that he didn't think this one through very far. "Well... I dunno, you just don't have to be such a bitch about it."
Apparently, wrong choice of words.
"Oh. Wow. I know you didn't just call me a bitch." Alice says, angrily. "Am I wrong? Did he not call me a bitch?" she looks around the gym, as if she expects an answer to her rhetorical question. "Because, you know, I've got this strange inkling that he called be a bitch." she glared at Simon, looking right into his eyes, with a impossibly strong determination behind it. Simon stood a full foot taller than her, but he'd never felt more looked down upon in his life. "I- Well-" he stammered, trying to find a way out of the hole he threw himself into. He found none.
"Good news fatass." Alice sneers at Candice, who's still on her knees. "It looks like 'lover boy' here just volunteered to take your punishment for you, and honestly, I have to say, that's just adorable. If he wasn't so misogynistic, he might have been a real keeper. It's a shame really." And with that, Alice snaps her fingers. Simon suddenly gets a terrible headache, he mashes his eyes closed and presses his hands against his head, trying to dull the pain. Eventually, it goes away. Opening his eyes, he finds himself staring at Alice- face to face. "Wiccan bloodlines, got to love it." Alice comments. Simon can't really understand what's going on. "I... buah... how..." is all he can really manage to get out.
Alice laughs. "Well, well, how the mighty has fallen. You're obviously having a hard time understanding, so I'm going to explain it to you. This is my way of teaching you a lesson, and frankly, I find it much more effective than any lecture hall has ever been. One of my favorites really. The way I see it, you, like so many other guys around you, think you're so much superior to woman. It's sick really. Saying and doing what you please to them, talking down to them... I'm talking in circles. What I'm trying to get to is this. You have 24 hours. Anytime you say or do anything that is demeaning to a woman, and trust me, the magic knows, you'll lose a bit of your height. You go too far, and hey, someone might just step on you. The end of the 24 hours - 11am almost exactly, if you survive and I can find you, I'll return you to your original height." Simon opens his mouth, likely to protest, but Alice just continues right over him. "Oh. And don't even think about trying to explain it to anyone outside this gym; it honestly won't work, you literally can't talk about it.... and that counts for after this is all said and done with as well. No one must ever know - for your sake. Now. Being the kind, benevolent person I am, I'll give you a guardian to watch over you for the day. I want you to learn your lesson, and if you die, I can't guarantee that you do... So...
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
